The Protector

Everyone present at the temple instantly held their breaths at that sentence.

They stared at Sebastian in disbelief.

What could possibly have pushed Sebastian to make such a daring exchange?

He was even willing to give up his fortune in order to beat this mysterious person, or force.

Sebastian continued kneeling as he waited for an answer to come from within the temple.

Finally, after about ten minutes, the rundown wooden door of the temple creaked open.

A man dressed in a suit walked out of the temple. Everyone looked on in shock and fear as the godson of the ex-ruler of the underworld walked toward them.

Even Sebastian looked terrified.

The young man said simply, “Sebastian, please return. My godfather will handle this.”

“What?”

“Thank you, sir!” Sebastian yelled in glee.

He agreed!

That meant the Morris Group was done for.

Sebastian, this man was practically on

his hands on if

the news of this man finally returning to

ruler of Quebec. He had locked himself away for

tell that North Hampton

this man was willing to show himself once more meant that Quebec

forces and families in South City started

families of South City gathered along the twisting and turning roads of Mount Amethyst in

Sebastian stood among them.

was finally some people coming from the end of the

down the mountain

with white hair and a

80 years old, his steps

the ruler of Quebec,

him by

first sight, he looked like any other esteemed figure, perhaps a well-read professor or

would have connected him to the role of an

people walking

was all skin and bones, and resembled a walking skeleton. His skin stretched taut over the angular frame of

and looked like a human mountain. He was

up as a bull and his head was completely bald. There were six scars on the thin skin of his scalp.

stood out about him. However, he was

Guards were an indestructible